Dee Ann stood in the elevator, alone. She shivered in her delivery outfit: black heels, black stockings, strapless black dress and black bolero jacket that wasn’t even trying to hide her huge breasts. It wasn’t the cold that gave her goosebumps but the fact that she was about to meet her Executive.
What would he be like? She wondered. Would he be kind? Masterful? Would he be very important or only middling-important?
The elevator dinged, the doors slid open, and a diminutive secretary stood waiting, a small smile on her lips.
“Welcome, Dee Ann,” she said as the SecSlave stepped out of the elevator. They shook hands and the secretary’s smile broadened into a grin.
“I’m sure Fay will adore you.”
Dee Ann’s mind quickly assimilated the information and switched gears almost seamlessly. A female Executive! How exciting! What would she be like? Would she be kind? Masterful? Would she be very important or only middling-important? Dee was so excited it seemed an eternity before they arrived at a pair of large, black doors.
“Fay is the President of SSI. She may not be what you expect.”
“And you’re her -?” Dee’s question hung in the air for a moment. The shorter woman glanced at Dee’s breasts, still grinning.
“I was her personal assistant until today.”
“I’m so sorry -,” Dee began, her face flushing. Had this poor woman been a SecSlave who had performed below par? If that happened to her she’d surely kill herself.
The woman shook her head, “Oh no, dear, please don’t be sorry. I enjoyed working with Fay but I’m more than ready to head home and spend some time with my family before I have to look for another job.”
“You’re not a SecSlave?”
The woman laughed and said, “If I were I’d look quite a bit different. And I’d probably be wearing heels. Well,” she turned and swung the right door inward, “best of luck to you.”
“Thank you,” Dee Ann said sincerely. She stepped into the suite and looked around, feeling rather timid. She heard the door close behind her and found herself missing Brendan and the homely bed in the homely office. This new place seemed far too grand for her with its walnut floor and vast emptiness. At the far end of the room, next to the floor to ceiling windows, was a round table with four chairs. To Dee’s left a sitting area with couch, coffee table, and two leather-bound chairs. To her right a round, raised dais, covered with white carpet.
Beyond the sitting area was a wall covered in framed awards and degrees. She walked over to it and read them to herself: 2000 Award for Best Employee, NASA; 2001 Award for Best Business Asset, Forbes Magazine; 2002 Entrepreneur of the Year Award, Forbes Magazine; 2003 Business voted most likely to succeed, Forbes Magazine; 2005. . . Dee Ann began to understand that Fay was not only the current president, she was the founder of SSI. Dee’s pussy moistened considerably.
She heard the toilet flush. As the door to the bathroom swung in, Dee’s programming kicked in and she scampered to kneel just inside the door, her hands on her thighs, her eyes searching for her Executive’s feet.
“Welcome, Dee Ann,” said a rich, older feminine voice. The speaker’s navy blue low heels reflected in the polished floor, as did her well-turned ankles beneath the navy blue stockings. Dee Ann dared herself to raised her eyes to the hem of her Executive’s skirt but found she couldn’t. She was trembling.
“Th-thank you, Ma’am,” she said. She watched the shoes click their way over to the round table and settle themselves under a chair, crossed at the ankle. She stared at those shoes for what seemed like an eternity. She could hear a piece of paper being unfolded.
“Heh,” Fay said to herself, refolding the paper and slipping it back in her jacket pocket. She looked at her new SecSlave, letting her gaze roam unfettered over her form while Dee Ann found she couldn’t do much other than blink from time to time.
“I think you’ll do just fine. But, before we get to work,” Fay said, slipping off her shoes, “you need an orgasm.”
“Y-es, Ma’am?” Dee meant to sound like a confident SecSlave but the sentences Fay threw at her kept her mentally off-balance and surprised.
“Well, yes, you do, if you’re to imprint properly. Come here, girl.” Fay slid one stockinged foot forward so that her heel was on the floor and her toes wriggled freely in the air. The other foot she planted firmly below her center of gravity.
Dee Ann felt a small spark in her already wet cunt. She swallowed and kept her eyes on those toes as she stood and walked to her executive.
“Kneel with your knees apart, one on either side of my foot. I want you to lower yourself down until you feel me on your cunt lips.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Dee wasn’t quite sure where to look - Fay’s crotch? Her knee? The floor? The older woman laughed softly at the sight of Dee’s confused face and roaming eyes.
“Close your eyes, Dee Ann. Relax. You are not in control so you can just relax and listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Fay watched Dee’s brow unfurrow, the corners of her mouth relax. The Executive wriggled her toes until her big toe was lodged against Dee’s clit.
“Good girl,” Fay said when Dee let out a soft moan. “Good girl. I like feeling how hot and wet you are. You’re going to enjoy cleaning my stockinged toes with your mouth and tongue after you’ve cum all over them. Ride my foot, Dee.”
Dee Ann tightened her thigh muscles and shifted her pelvis back and forth in a rocking motion along her Executive’s toes, tentatively at first, but with increasingly strong and graceful thrusts. The toes slipped between the wet folds of her cunt, separating them. Dee let herself sink slightly lower, increasing the pressure against those heavenly toes, encouraging them to find their way into her entrance and out again to brush against her clit and her anus. She could feel those toes spreading her juice around, making her whole crotch sticky and wet. She wanted to worship her Executive’s feet this way for the rest of the day.
Dee felt something against her mouth. She parted her lips and felt another toe slip inside. She found herself suckling automatically at the stockinged toe. The soft tickle of the fabric against her lips seemed to translate directly to a soft tickle at her clit. She felt her body rise closer to orgasm, that little ball of electricity in the pit of her stomach grew with each pass, with each suckle.
“Yes, my well-endowed SecSlave, you may cum,” Fay finally said in a fierce whisper.
Dee Ann nearly fell backwards from the impact of her words, the orgasm uncoiled itself so rapidly, so overwhelmingly, traveling down to curl her own toes and up to clamp her lips around that perfect toe. Her hands clenched tightly at her thighs and a loud, low groan filled the empty room. Fay watched her face, how her eyebrows knit together, how the hollows of her cheeks deepened and a line of white traced the outside of her clenched and sucking lips. Her own clit spasmed in sympathy, her body responding to Dee’s in a primal way.
When Dee’s rocking stopped Fay removed her toe from younger woman’s mouth and placed her cool, gently fingertips on her eyelids.
“Relax, Dee, my good girl.”
The SecSlave remained motionless, her crotch still glued to her Executive’s toes, juice leaking onto and around them to the floor. Fay moved her fingers, touching Dee Ann’s forehead with her index finger.
“Unlock,” she said in a firm, quiet voice as she drew a counterclockwise circle against Dee’s skin. Dee felt herself fade back into the afterglow of her orgasm. She watched as another part of her, a colder part, came forward to look through her eyes at her Executive.
“Access Code ‘Fay Dunaway zero zero one.’”
“Access Code accepted,” came a monotone reply. Dee was silent, listening to herself.
“Startup Windows 2012 platform.”
“Windows 2012 successfully started up,” said the other Dee.
“Startup bluetooth internal hardware.”
“Bluetooth internal hardware successfully engaged.”
“Run SecSlave surveillance program.”
“Running.”
“Run personal log with direct link to computer five-oh-two.”
“Running.”
“Run verbal interface, all Windows-based commands accepted only when given by me.”
“Running.”
“Lock,” Fay said, reversing the circle she’d traced earlier. Dee’s eyes blinked open, though they had never closed, and she found the steely gray ones of her Executive before dropping them to look at the perfect navy-blue shin in front of her. She was strangely calm; she could feel her mind pushing down the doubts and worries about what had just happened.
“It’s time to clean up after yourself, Dee,” Fay said, drawing her foot slowly out from under her, letting her toes glide along her SecSlave’s still-sopping cunt. She let a silent pause hang between them as Dee looked at the newly revealed foot and realized she was meant to pick it up, herself. Once her muzzy brain figured it out she gladly reached for the part of her Executive that had so recently caused her to cum. She loved this foot, loved the stocking covering the foot, loved the Executive who was so kind as to let her cum all over this foot.
The first salty-sweet taste of herself and the feel of the fabric on her tongue were enough to make her orgasm again. She titled back her head, gasped. Fay smiled indulgently and waited.
“I- I’m sorry,” Dee breathed before taking her Executive’s big toe into her mouth again.
“Never apologize for an orgasm I give you,” Fay said. She watched her SecSlave slaver happily over her foot, her tongue appearing and disappearing as she tended to each toe, then the sole, then the top of her foot. Dee took her time, reveling in her task, feeling her clit echo her emotions. The Executive shifted slightly in her seat. She did not want to give in to the urge to fuck her SecSlave’s face. Not just yet. There was business to attend to.
“That foot is pretty clean, I think,” Fay said with a grin. Dee took the hint and gently placed her Executive’s foot on the floor.
“Perhaps you could help me with my shoes,” the older woman prompted. Dee reached past the stockinged feet to the navy blue shoes under the chair. She slipped them onto the feet before her.
“Thank you. You have permission to meet my gaze when we are alone, Dee,” Fay said as she stood. She held out a hand to help her SecSlave rise. Dee Ann looked up and into Fay’s eyes for the first time as herself. She nearly fell forward, feeling herself fall into the gaze of the diminutive company president.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed. Fay smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling cutely, and it seemed to Dee that they positively sparkled.
“How kind of you, Dee. Now, follow me.” Fay led her to the round, raised dais and motioned for her SecSlave to step up.
“You’ve probably noticed that this office is atypical.” Fay said.
“I did notice that there’s no desk, no computer, no phone. It’s not very, uh, ‘office-y.’”
Fay smiled and said, “No, it’s not. That’s because you are my office, in a sense - my computer, my phone, my day planner. The only thing you don’t do is print. But you have a bluetooth connection to the printer over there.” Fay gestured to the wood-paneled bar area to the side of the round table.
“I - I’m not sure I can do all that,” Dee said, feeling worried.
“Yes, you can. our mutual friend, Brendan, has done a wonderful job of ensuring you can. The easiest way to do your job well is to relax.”
“Relax,” Dee repeated, feeling her muscles begin to obey the suggestion.
Fay nodded, “Relax. You’re going to strip now and I’m going to help you into a position that’s purely for my enjoyment. I’m hoping you find it comfortable. Please tell me if it isn’t, alright?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“There’s no point in having a beautiful woman like you around if I can’t look at you.”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Once we find a position that’s pleasing to my eye and comfortable for you we will program you to use that position as the default setting. You’ll just naturally want to display yourself for me if you aren’t doing anything else.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Dee said. Fay grinned at her and Dee grinned back.
“I can tell we are going to have quite a bit of fun together and make quite a bit of money at the same time,” Fay said. “Now, let’s try you on your back, first.” Fay watched and took each article as Dee obeyed, stripping on her jacket, then her dress, kicking off her heels and unsnapping the garter belt. She rolled the stockings down her legs with practiced ease, toes pointed. Then she sat and leaned back, first propping herself up on her elbows then sliding herself down. Her heavy breasts fell slightly to each side.
“Bend your knees and part them and your feet, Dee, a little more than shoulder-width apart,” Fay said. She stowed Dee Ann’s clothes in a drawer next to the bar.
Dee did as she was asked, her body thrilling a bit to the image of exposing herself to her Executive. Fay turned and looked at her SecSlave.
“Lovely. Good girl. Now keep your upper arms by your side and hold your breasts with your hand. Yes, leave a little gap between your fingers so I can see your nipples. Excellent.” Dee’s small thrill grew with each encouragement.
“I want you to think about how nice it was of me to give you an orgasm, how nice it will be to give me one. And how nice it is to obey.”
“So nice,” agreed Dee.
“Good girl,” Fay said. She walked around the dais, admiring her SecSlave from every angle. “Let’s begin our work day, then. Access the internet, please. Let’s see if you can determine the ten American female executives most likely to want a female SecSlave and the ten American female executives most likely to prefer a male.”
Dee felt herself fall back into the fuzzy cloud at the back of her mind. She thought the sensation might be similar to what the prince in “One Thousand and One Nights” felt as he floated on his magic carpet. She saw both the ceiling of the office and the Windows interface she was used to, but this interface was suddenly three-dimensional and she was flying through it, into it, very nearly literally surfing the web.
She blinked. It was moving as quickly as her mind did, taking her first to a wikipedia entry on “One Thousand and One Nights,” then to another on magic carpets, then to a Google search page listing a thousand links to ceiling tile manufacturers. And all that information was suddenly sitting in her brain.
Dee nearly panicked, thinking of how easily her mind could fill up with random facts that had nothing to do with what Fay had requested. She held onto Fay’s instruction to relax. Taking a deep breath, she let herself settle back on her “magic carpet,” as she now thought of it, and tried to make her mind a blank. When things stopped moving she saw her other self, her colder self, move forward to control the interface.
Dee Ann almost said something, almost confessed to her Executive that she was overwhelmed by all of it. A veritable information overload. But that detached part of her was in control now, moving smoothly through the pages of a “Who’s Who” in industrial relations, sifting efficiently through the information, making the beginning of a list in a Word window of female names. Dee Ann was impressed by herself and learned as she watched.
Fay watched Dee’s face, noting the quick look of fear and anxiety before it faded away, replaced by a blank stare. That look, Fay decided, set off Dee’s pose quite nicely. She made a mental note to use Dee to call in an order for pillows or something to prop up her new SecSlave so she could see that look from anywhere in the room.